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[noah asher whitmore]

Growing up, Noah had always detested Valentines Day. He was under the impression that it was one of those useless holidays that someone just stuck on the calender for the sole purpose of adding another holiday. Take Columbus Day, for example. The dude didn't even discover America and he still got an entire day dedicated to him! And Flag Day, what was up with that? There is no need to set aside an entire day to commemorate the country on adopting a flag much like every other country in the history of the world has done. Only Valentines Day was a much bigger deal than both of those holidays combined. It was a sickening holiday, reserved for people who were capable of falling in 'love' or even being strong enough to maintain a committed relationship. For other people - single people - it was grotesque. It gave people a reason to be mushy and disgusting, and it was a day when PDA was perfectly acceptable and no one could possibly give you the stink eye for dry humping one another on the sidewalk. It was basically telling people it was okay not to show affection any other day of the year, but on this specific day, you show all the love you want and no one will judge you for it. Noah just hated affection. Period. All throughout middle school and high school, he had to hear his friends joke about how their parents were all lovey-dovey on Valentines Day, and how they always seemed to have the loudest sex ever after their moms received their flowers and ate all of their chocolate. Noah's parents...well, Noah's parents didn't even speak to one another on Valentine's Day. They avoided each other like the plague - that was to say if they were even in the same time zone that day. Perhaps that was why Noah and his brothers behaved the way they did and slept with as many women as they did, because their own parents couldn't be civilized to one another long enough to spend an evening together once a year. Needless to say, Noah hated today.

Until this year. This year Noah Whitmore had a valentine. If you thought you read that incorrectly, here it is again: Noah Whitmore has a valentine. A legitimate, honest to God valentine. The last time he had one was in the first grade; her name was Allison Johnson, and she had waltzed up to him on Valentines Day and planted a big ol' kiss right on his lips and said "We're valentines, 'kay?" How could he resist that? He hadn't had one since. Every year he filled this day up with countless numbers of women who should have been spending the occasion with their rich husbands, but this year he was spending it with only one. Evan Matthews. To be honest, Noah wasn't quite sure what was happening between them. He liked her, that much was for sure, but was he really ready to give up his lackadaisical, freeing, reckless behavior for her? Apparently so, or he wouldn't be doing this. He wouldn't have bothered putting in so much effort to spend time with her and get to know her and push aside his hatred for this godforsaken holiday in order to spend even more time with her.

Noah parked his Ford Sport Trac, turning to face Evan with a soft yet awkward smile. He had picked her up about ten minutes ago, remaining mum on their evening plans. Honestly, they weren't the most romantic plans or anything, but he didn't want to ruin the little mystery he had going for him. Even if he managed to screw up the rest of the night and this turned out to be the worst Valentines Day of her life, at least he would be able to get the secrecy part right. "So," he croaked, nerves clearly evident in his voice. This was beginning to become routine for him; he would act like a nervous idiot and she would tell him he was cute, or something. Noah didn't think he was cute. He thought he was unfortunate. "Let's do this." He hopped out of the truck, leaving the doors unlocked and the radio running and opened the hatch to the bed of his truck, revealing all sorts of supplies. Blankets, pillows, a food and beverage cooler, a duffel bag, and a first aid kit - just in case. Noah grabbed the duffel, rummaging around inside of it as Evan stepped up beside him, leaning around him to get a look at what he was doing. A smirk crept up onto his lips as he found what he was looking for and turned around to face her, holding the red bandanna up in front of her face as if he were going to blindfold her. But rather than tying it around her head, he took a step closer to her, pressing his body right up against hers as he reached behind her, his fingertips brushing her ass as he tucked the cloth into one of her back pockets, taking care to leave half of it hanging out. "The object of the game," he began, speaking in a whisper with his lips beside her ear. "Is to steal my flag before I steal yours. Tackling is allowed, and I promise not to hurt you," he smirked. His lips ghosted along her jaw, touching her just enough to leave her wanting more. "The rest is just raw, unadulterated ball." Noah's fingers wrapped around the football he had placed at the end of his truck bed as he ducked around her, jogging a few feet away before turning to face her again. "Your ball baby," he called, throwing the ball to her with a smirk. He patted the yellow flag hanging out of the back of his basketball shorts, making sure it was secure before motioning her over, winking playfully. He wasn't quite sure where all of this confidence came from all of a sudden, but he was enjoying it. It felt good to be in control of his emotions again, and he had a feeling that it was going to be a very interesting evening.

[evan arlene matthews]

_{this post is tagged for noah asher whitmore. it is dunzo and has nine hundred and ninety ninewords. the one and only carolina liar contributed to this inspiration from the song show me what i'm looking for . she is looking sick and sexified wearing this outfit. this template was created by the amazing amber you steal it and there will be an angry baby who will eat your brains no joke. additional notes that was a lot longer than expected!}
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Evan Matthews loved Valentine’s Day. Next to Halloween, it was her absolute favorite holiday.There was always something about the fact that you got to show your love in a completely different way without fear of mocking or the snotty looks that always appealed to her. She was never a fan of the flowers or jewelry, but she did enjoy spending time with the person who had managed to work themselves into her life that year. Not that it was something that she had really gotten used to, but she did celebrate every year. If the blonde happened to be single on Valentine’s day it was never an issue. She would go home and just watch all of the chick flicks that she had in her house. Which actually was quite vast, but the blonde always took the day off. There were other people that were employed in her boutique, so she could afford to on occasions to not be there. So Valentine’s Day was her day to have complete unadulterated fun. She was just sitting on her couch that afternoon running through all of the Nicholas Sparks movies that she had, which had in turn made her curl up on her couch with her laptop and her favorite book, The Last Song. It was a sad uneventful day, but she had not really expected to spend it with anyone in particular.

The blonde knew that there were two people that would probably be vying for attention that night since Jesse was back in town. Though there was one man in particular that she was truly hoping would have had the courage to ask her to be his Valentine, but then again Noah Whitmore was not exactly known for being that man. He was known for having many women, but lately it seemed that the two of them had been spending an awful lot of time together. Evan had figured he would have asked her to be his sweetheart sometime last week whenever they had been hanging out, but nope. That thought obviously had not crossed his mind, but she had curled up under her favorite blanket completely ready to start reading her book whenever she saw that man pop up on her messenger. She knew that it was the luckiest thing in the world to catch him, and their conversation had turned into him deciding that it was going to be him she spent her time with. Noah Whitmore had asked Evan Matthews to be his Valentine, which had in turn caused the happy dance music to be busted out as she danced around her living room. The blonde was so excited that the sprinted upstairs, tripping as she was about to step on the landing which ended in a roll and Evan being gloriously epic as she hit the wall. It made the girl laugh hysterically as she made it to her bedroom and tried to pick out the clothes that she would not mind getting dirty.

It seemed like it was no time at all and Noah was there picking her up. The blonde was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a simple pair of jeans, her under armor and a t-shirt, and one of her older winter coats. It was relatively warm for it being the middle of February, but Evan was not taking any chances. She had tried to get him to tell her what they were going to be doing, but nope. Noah was not spilling anything about it, until they ended up at the park. Evan raised an eyebrow whenever she realized this was where their Valentine’s date was going to take place. It was definitely a first for her, but spending tonight with Noah was exactly what she had wanted to do. Her valentine was absolutely adorable as he always seemed to choke on his words lately, but she hopped out of the truck and followed him to the bed. Evan was right beside him, and she tried to peak around him to see what he was doing. None of his supplies made sense to her, but this was his date. He was in charge, and she was along for the ride. The look in his eyes was a extremely adorable as he turned to face her waving a red bandana in her face. That was when she felt his body come in contact with hers, and his hand started to tuck the bandana in her pocket. She was confused but waited for him to speak and give her directions, which was more than she bargained for whenever he did start speaking. His lips so close to her ear and his whisper, well needless to say it was a total turn on. Her bright eyes looked up at him whenever he had finished explaining the rules a little terrified. “You are going to tackle me? That hardly seems fair, because there is no way little ole me is going to be able to tackle you.” She pulled her hands up to her hips, obviously pouting but she was going to have fun with this. Stealing his bandana was hardly going to be a problem seeing as how she may be a klutz, but she was a fast little klutz. “You act like I don’t know how to play flag football.” That was when he ducked around her and took off. She turned around and was glad that they were having a fun time. It was by far the best valentine’s day she had yet to experience, and she caught the ball with ease. Having Kaler around was actually working to her advantage, since he had played football when they were in high school. Evan wrapped the ball close to her body and took off chasing after Noah. “So where’s the goals?” She called as she chased after him, trying to catch the end of that yellow bandana.

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